Magnet And Steel

just like Bogart and Bacall we wander aimlessly exposed to the elements shattered glass on the pavement floor we sharpen are number two pencil still there is an empty feeling deep inside perhaps we want to run away and hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise can't we see through all there twisted lies you are the magnet and I am steel some would insist it being no big deal yet we traveled this far not to turn back now not to look when your hand is on the plow there are many heads out in the street stand for love but is lust in disguise does this notion of thought come at any big enough surprise When they looked deep into each others eyes it is then they saw a future filled up with hope for a better tomorrow amidst the sadness and sorrow like Trump & Wife a double feature with some added spice once this life is through you don't get a second chance to roll the dice borrowed basement pews we bit off more then we could chew just like peanut butter and jelly is it any wonder we got to much time on are hands